In reference to nothing
In search of itself
The truth burns in fury
An iceberg to melt
The legions are many
Believers so few
The stragglers all freezing
Alone in the pew
The mirror the liar
Death hiding within
The priest the deceiver
And threatens with sin
But the truth needs a champion
And sits on no throne
Lying above and beyond
What's self-righteously known
And it calls to you silent
As it calls to you loud
Do you hide in the shadows
Or answer back proud
That thing that you reference
From your prison within
And those things done in deference
Ride the wisp of the wind
And you lie as you bargain
You cheat and defame
With the truth now your jailer
And calling your name
You gave at the altar
You gave as you knew
You gave what you’d stolen
From those poorer than you
Your history now tarnished
Your legacy shot
A soul black and burnished
From all you have not
But truth has no time limit
No ticket to claim
One choice will release it
Life starting again
Your mortal life’s finite
You now must act fast
Will you ask for redemption
Your soul to repast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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It takes several reads to glean the gem in this poem. It is so mature!
Thanks very much!
Kurt,
‘But truth has no time limit
No ticket to claim
One choice will release it’
So true…
we have the power
and the choice.
Laura🌻
Thanks Laura.
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